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7 Things About Prince

I’m not a human I am a dove I’m your conscious I am love All I really need is to know that You believe   1) Seeing the movie Purple Rain, as a kid. The scene where he gets Apollonia … Continue reading

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Jeanne Carr and John Muir

We spent a few days this winter in Yosemite. I hadn’t been there since I was a child. On the school trip there in 5th grade, I remember seeing a family of six quail walking beak to tail in descending … Continue reading

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Are you free from sin?

Sitting in a café at the edge of downtown, I’m near the midpoint in my usual commute to work, at the edge of Los Angeles’s district of gentrified warehouses, the Arts District. A couple of generations of actual artists have … Continue reading

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I want to buy

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Future Spa

If I were skating and you were skating and other people were taking a shower in their own golden hair, with pulley systems, and six-pack abs, and splashing in the golden light of the future,  if everything were echo deco … Continue reading

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Lip gloss

If I’m being honest, I was upset starting last night, because of the silliest of professional slights. Silly, minor. Living this life means feeling invisible or attacked about half the time, and crazy the other half, and sometimes it is … Continue reading

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Sidewalk Art

   

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A Pandemonium of Parrots

The weather is angry, the heat comes down like a curtain within an hour of sunrise to suffocate the days, these storied Los Angeles days that put your teeth on edge. Los Angeles Is Burning goes through my head. Palm trees like … Continue reading

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Saudade

Once upon a time, I sold everything I owned and moved to Brazil. This piece, over at Avidly at the LA Review of Books is mostly about that, and also, about soccer: No one in Rio understood why I had come. I … Continue reading

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Thirsty.

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